…you obviously haven’t met my friend Johanna. I have yet to meet someone whose dreams are as vivid and utterly bizarre as hers. (This also totally beats my Texan friend’s dream.) If any dream analyst types want to take a crack at this one, I’d listen to your theories with great interest.
Johanna: i had a dream you were suddenly with another guy and i was hanging out at some sports park with some short guy that had a thing for you
me: some short guy!
Johanna: and he kept calling you do to see if he could go over to your place. apparently you guys were dating before this “new” guy came into the picture
Johanna: you kept telling Mr. Short that you didn’t think it was a good idea
me: wait, new guy = Mr. Short?
Johanna: no, i never met new guy
me: oh, i was with a new guy, but Mr. Short wanted to come over?
Johanna: Mr. Short and you had just broken up or something and he wasn’t happy about new guy. and kept insisting on going over even though new guy would probably be there.
Johanna: i think Mr. Short was in denial
me: i hope that was his name in the dream
Johanna: i even took the phone from him at one point and you were hysterical. didn’t know what to do about the situation. that you hated what this was doing to Mr. Short.
Johanna: i told you not to worry because i was going to find him a latin girl
me: “i was going to find him a latin girl.”
me: that’s the best dream line i’ve ever heard
Johanna: i told him that after i got off the phone with you and it really cheered him up. he said he wanted one from Panama.
Johanna: so Ms. Panama shows up in a Go Kart and we’re all super excited
me: OMG THERE’S MORE?!?!
Johanna: i decided to leave them alone and went to hang out with my brother and Anthony, who were playing soccer
Johanna: oh yes, there is more
Johanna: somehow i got separated from Anthony and my brother and ended up with Mr. Short again. there were several buses leaving from the sports part and we went to wait at the shelter
me: and how did you find Ms. Panama?
Johanna: she showed up in a Go Kart. remember?
me: but you said you were going to find her. she just showed up out of nowhere? you didn’t actively try to find Ms. Panama?
Johanna: no, she showed up after he said he wanted one from panama
Johanna: she just drove in. and we weren’t really surprised by this
Johanna: PS, there was a Go Kart track in the area
Johanna: she must have come from there. she must have picked up our scent of desperation for Panamanians
Johanna: so back at the bus shelter, it was a disaster. Ms. Panama got locked out of the bus shelter somehow. this bus shelter was more like a small terminal with doors and such
Johanna: well, she banged against the glass hysterically and at one point mr. short tried breaking the glass with an umbrella, but it didn’t work
Johanna: so he called the Four Seasons and reserved a room
Johanna: i asked him what he was doing and he told me he needed to spend a night with you at the Four Seasons. apparently he had given up on trying to get Ms. Panama into the terminal
Johanna: a strange series of events occurred after that, which involved pilates, medicine balls, and various members of my family
Johanna: but back to the part that involves you
me: this is amazing
Johanna: we ended up on a yellow school bus, Mr. Short and i, and then Ms. Panama gets in
Johanna: they made out for a bit, but then he called you to tell you about the reservation at the Four Seasons. when he got off the phone he announced that you both were celebrating your 6 month anniversary
Johanna: i was furious by this point
Johanna: i yelled at him about leading ms. panama on and about seducing you when he knew you were in a relationship
Johanna: Ms. Panama wasn’t very bright. she didn’t seem offended and continued to make out with him
Johanna: i called you on my cell to yell at you, but you were crying. you were torn between short and new and then you went on about how Mr. Short was really good in bed
Johanna: then i got really annoyed and started yelling at you
Johanna: i don’t remember the entire conversation
Johanna: but at some point i hung up on you and threw my flip flop at Mr. Short
Johanna: by this point the entire bus was staring at us, so the driver asked Mr. Short and i to get off
me: omg i can’t believe you’re still going
Johanna: some other strange things happened that involved my family
Johanna: then i lost Mr. Short
Johanna: when i called you, you were already at the hotel
Johanna: then i started climbing a pole
Johanna: for some reason
Johanna: Mr. Short came back at one point to help me look for my shoes but then he left again to meet you
Johanna: and i can’t remember much after that
Read that last line again: she couldn’t remember much after that. And here I thought I had a terrible memory for dreams.
(Taken from a chat on August 5, 2008.)
